Everything hurt still. Parts of Brian's body that he didn't even know could hurt, hurt. His heart was beating in his ears, and raspy, heavy gasps of breath were fighting out of his chest. He slowly opened his eyes as he raised his head from the bed a little.
"Hello," a doctor was standing over him. "I'm Dr. Anderson, I'm a neurosurgeon, I need you to answer a few questions for me."
"O-Okay," Brian rasped out, swallowing. What was this about?
"Can you tell me your name?"
What sort of question was that? "Brian Harper."
"Good, and your birthdate?"
"September 9th, 1994."
"Good," Anderson said with a smile of approval. "Very good. Can you reach both your arms out in front of you?"
Brian did as the doctor said, stretching both his arms out in front of him.
"Excellent. Lastly, can you press your feet down against my hands?" Anderson asked as he walked to the end of the bed, pulling off the blanket and pressing his hands to the ball of Brian's feet.